"But there's another curve by the kitchen door," thought Bunny. "I
wonder if I'll get around that all right."

On went the automobile. As it rolled slowly past the kitchen, Mary, the
cook, looked out and saw the small boy at the steering wheel, which
seemed almost as large as he was.

"Oh, Bunny! Bunny! Sure an' what in the world are ye doin'?" she cried.

"Please don't make me look at you," begged Bunny. "I've got to steer
straight until I get to the curve and then I've got to twist around, an'
that's very, very hard to do, Mary. So please don't interrupt me."

But Mary had seen enough to cause alarm. She rushed to the sitting room
where Mrs. Brown was looking at a pile of toys Sue had brought down to
take on the trip.

"Oh, Mrs. Brown! Mrs. Brown! Sure, an' the likes of a little boy like
him runnin' the big car! Sure, it's kilt he'll be intirely!"

"What do you mean, Mary?"

"What do I mean? Sure, an' I mean that Bunny, the darlin' boy, has gone
off in the big movin' van auto!"

"Bunny in that auto? Impossible!"

"Look for yourself!" exclaimed Mary, pointing to the window.

At that moment the auto went rolling past, with Bunny at the wheel, as